Someone to Hate

Born Allah..

Sweet Daddy Grace..

The Supreme Being..

Love Allah..

Ill Boogie.. [echoes]

[Verse One]

Rap is my bitch, but right now she got me pissed

Let these niggaz fuck for a buck

Damn I mischocked, you platinum plus but it still sucks

Westcoast stuff without a kakis and a ??

But I ain't giving up, the chronic and hennesey on my pistol rip paw

You fools bustin' cats in they rapz

But can't take it when they raps bust back

So I be like "Yo fuck these emcees"

I'm in a recordstore spitting on emcees, these

My attitude rock is L's with a golden nameplate and a Kango

That's why rappers is gettin' strangled

They call me, Jack The Ripper when I'm off the liquor

I smoke chronic, is raw spitting in ebonics

If you want it, you got it

But you gotta call me 'Your Highness'

Cause me and my niggaz we's gon' to bring the ruckus, so fuck it

Born Allah is out for them duckets

With niggaz with straps hit rats rollin' in them buckets

[Chorus]

Born Allah, can't hide y'all, Chief Big Balls

Sweet Daddy Amazin' Grace came to blaze the place

Raise the states, keep the hotness in your milkcrates

And you can come to me if you're looking for someone to hate

[Jadakiss] "Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin"

"You and your squad better praise the real God"

"I was born" "The A-L-L-A-H"

[Verse Two]

Yo, lyrically I don't even see you fools is rappers

Bitch ass niggaz saggin' smilin' for the cameras

Wannabe gangsters, O.D.'ed on mafia-movies

Dreamsy you smoking cigars, rollin' with uzi's

You tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie

You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You'se a phoney)

All gassed up by ya people, before comin' to me have a Pholie and a Primo

Deathwish, cause this a fist-fight to music

I'm closin' on rappers and make 'em feel claustrophobic

I wait in the den for you to come out the closet

It be the fourth of July, but ain't nothing hoppin'

Shockin', I found out about your lil' girl Robin

Fucking a neighbourhood felon with no protection

My erection is hard, cause I'm guard on the rap

Arm, leg, leg, arm, arm, head, 'nuff said

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

I spit refusely, my pin abused losely

Who got beef? Fool we all court in the street

I keep a p-noid, watching from across the room

standin' like a b-boy

Fool you ain't the one, you just a decoy

Kneeled before me like Sallah

Starvin' like Ramadan, lyrical phenomenon

Born, watch out, strike like lightning

Should I be writing, get motherfuckers in the fighting

It's on, my lyrics come in the form of a foetus

Thirty bars on labor, now you giving birth for dope shit

Every track I rip is like a birth-certificate

Floor the mothership with these dibs, puffin' canibus

Can you stand this, righteous man from Los Angeles

Notorious lyricist, tryna overcome and gimmick shit

Most of 'em just mimmick it, bitin' a little bit

But don't trip, we gon' squash that shit

[Chorus] [Samples cut 'n scratches 'til fade]